Rare Earth
peace on the doorstep of a poverty-stricken colored woman? And Linda too was oddly moved. She sighed deeply. There seemed to be a sweet perfume of flowers on the air. Was it poppies? Still there were no flowers blooming near the house. The sun beat down from a sky in which there was not a cloud. It fell in golden radiance about her shoulders. It
warmed her heart.
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